Bulwark of Light

Chapter 200 The Right People

South Island.

A dilapidated church, with dilapidated fences built all around, the moonlight poured in from the window lattice of the church, the priest stood before the icon and prayed, and the night was silent until a low roar came from outside the church.

The fence was smashed.

The silhouette who broke into the church stumbled, burning bloody flames all over.

He drove straight in, heading for the church.

The praying priest was startled by the strangeness. He turned around and saw a horrified scene… The church wall collapsed with a bang, and a human-shaped silhouette stumbled into it. “It” was no longer usable. Humans can be described in two words, the blood-colored firelight burned his hair, clothes, and those scarlet pupils.

This is a monster.

“Want me to…kneel down…”

The monster murmured, as if he was talking to the air that didn’t exist.

“How is that possible!”

The priest retreated to the icon, clutching the crucifix on his chest, turning pale, whispering the holy name, Hope to be blessed… In this brief moment, the icon behind it seems to have really appeared!

An invisible pressure descended.

The ground ka-cha cracked open, and invisible cobwebs spread.

The blood-burning monster roared, his knees slammed on the ground, he tried his best to stand up…but his knees were broken and his patella was sunken, the spirit contained in this fleshy body , burning at a rapid rate.

As if a Spiritual God stretched out a palm and pressed it on the monster’s forehead.

So he knelt down in front of the icon and struggled with his head up.

And then…die.

There is only one empty shell, fleshy body, whose burning momentum is getting smaller and smaller, and finally belongs to Xu Mi.

……

……

Atractylodes looked at his palm.

A wisp of blood-colored flame was tightly clasped between his palms, gradually becoming weaker. That ray of blood-colored flame was extremely tenacious and tenacious.

I was imprisoned in a mental predicament that was absolutely inaccessible by [Backflow], and I even wanted to “compete” with myself.

He gave Owl a chance.

And Owl…that’s too far.

Not a series opponent at all.

Even if you put aside your abilities and only attack with the spirit strength that Owl is best at, this battle will end in a crushing victory.

Acknowledge allegiance if Owl is willing to kneel.

Then…the battle doesn’t need to go on.

Atractylodes doesn’t care about Owl’s life or death. To him, Owl’s existence is like an ant accidentally seen in the shade of a tree.

Whether to kill or keep it is just a momentary decision.

However, Spiritual Will, with this ray of blood and fire, made him a little surprised, rather die than submit, he would not bow his head anyway, let alone… kneel.

How can you kneel when you are thousands of miles away?

At least survive.

If you don’t want to kneel…then die.

The blood-colored flame that was struggling in the palm of the hand drifted away with the wind, slowly stretched, and turned into ashes annihilated in the air.

Bai Zhu was expressionless as he watched the last ray of spirit of the S-Rank fugitive, shattered in the spiritual realm of [Backflow], and his eyes finally fell on the woman lying on the lawn body.

In fact, he was curious.

What kind of extraordinary ability does this mysterious person called “Owl” possess to be able to manipulate the Spiritual Will of people so far apart to refine the transcender into his own container.

After the blood and fire dissipated.

This woman’s spirit has not awakened… The strongest iron law in this world is indeed “life and death”.

Xiao’s containers are all dead people, just like “Zhou Yu”, the genius judge in the past, even if the fleshy body remains, the spirit has been wiped out.

Once the owl drops the fleshy body.

Then after the spirit of this fleshy body is completely destroyed, the “extraordinary source essence” condensed in the body will dissipate… It won’t be long before these extraordinary source essence will return to nothingness.

Bai Zhu squatted down, he came to the woman, wrinkled frowned… This fleshy body exudes a faint stench, because of the deprivation of the spirit, the fleshy body began to rot rapidly, in fact the owl’s The “container” is not a living state in the true sense, it is more like a puppet, but it is almost the same as a normal person.

He stretched out two fingers and gently wiped the woman’s neck.

In order to maintain the fleshy body.

This container has been smeared with some kind of powder with a strange texture, and there may be other maintenance methods. No one can guarantee the high concentration of spirit strength 24 hours a day. Resting… and this container also needs to find a suitable resting place when he is resting.

Maybe this will be a clue.

This woman’s name is Ye Ningqiu…

Zhou Jiren gave himself a well-documented file, most of which are important figures in the records.

If I remember correctly, this is a fairly well-known leader of the Nanwan faction. He is usually very low-key. The reason for his low-keyness should be related to the fact that this fleshy body is not easy to make public appearances…

Now Ye Ningqiu is dead.

Accurately, “Owl” died.

Atractylodes took out the communicator and passed the news to an Old Guy who was sitting behind the scenes and liked to be the arm-flinging shopkeeper. From the point of view of a certain condition that the two parties negotiated in the underground bar, he was considered to be complete. “Task”.

As for the follow-up clues… it has nothing to do with him.

“Chen no, survive.”

“Owl, behead.”

Not long after the two lines of brief news came out, he received Zhou Ji people’s responses.

“Received!”

“As expected of you, Nagano Invincible!”

At the end of the second sentence, there is a bit of a bitch. smiley face expression.

Atractylodes frowned, just when he was about to put away the communicator, news of Zhou Jiren came again.

“—There is good news.”

Bai Zhu raised his eyebrows and looked around subconsciously… When he did this, he felt a little self-deprecating and funny, and he was used to it. To be a ghost, sometimes even forget that he is still “alive”.

Chasing the unreachable end.

Trying to hold on to untouchable hope.

Leaving the underground with Zhou Jiren and coming to Dadu… In fact, it is a fluke that flashed in my heart. Sometimes it is more painful than “death”. Maybe try again, there is hope. ?

He took a deep breath, but there was no news on the other side.

Old Guy, who sold a pass, played the missing in a very unethical way.

During the waiting time, Bai Zhu suddenly realized that… his current mood should be called… anxiety?

Because there is hope.

That’s why I get anxious.

That being said…I started chasing again.

The communicator rings.

Over there, Zhou Jiren whispered apologizing laughter, “Aha, there is some trouble over there in the auditorium, and it has just been dealt with… It’s hard for you to take action.”

“Nonsense is enough. Needless to say, I just killed an insert.”

“Cough…” Zhou Jiren choked.

He tidied up his tone and said solemnly: “The door was opened, I bet…Gu Shen is the right person.”

(End of this chapter)